"The doctor and your captain had to haul you down here," Dylan says. He's pulling rank, a little, but that's one of the perks of being a captain and having someone around who apparently answers to the same military as he will in his future.

He's glad Doctor Bashir was there; sobering up a guy who's so drunk he keeps passing out is far from Dylan's expertise as a starship captain. That's what Trance is for, though he'd hope he'd never wind up having to haul one of his crew into Andromeda's medbay to sober them up.

"Time to narrow your horizons again, Commander."